a day as someone else
"Okay," you say nervously. You slip off your shirt, letting your new breasts become visible.
Billy stares for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Wow, man, you're hot!"
Even though incredibly weirded out, you feel pleased by the complement. Billy starts to reach a hand out to touch them, and you pull away. "I'd rather not," you tell him.
"Hey, that's fine, man," he assures you. "Like to continue?"
You suddenly feel unsure, but you did say you'd do it. So you stand up and pull down your pants, leaving you wearing nothing but your briefs.
You shiver at the cold, and notice jealously Billy has pulled a blanket over his lap. Then you realize why he probably did it, and blush harder than ever.
Taking a deep breath, you pull off the last bit of clothing and stand before Billy completely naked.
"Damn!" Billy gets out, his eyes trailing all over your body. "Hey, fold up your clothes and put them in the trash."
You look at him with confusion. "Why should I?
"Hey, just do it, okay?" he tells you. "You are so hot. I want to see you move."
You're getting tired of this, and pretty cold. But then, is it really so much for him to ask? Surely no real girl short of a hooker would do this for him.
Billy stares for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Wow, man, you're hot!"
Even though incredibly weirded out, you feel pleased by the complement. Billy starts to reach a hand out to touch them, and you pull away. "I'd rather not," you tell him.
"Hey, that's fine, man," he assures you. "Like to continue?"
You suddenly feel unsure, but you did say you'd do it. So you stand up and pull down your pants, leaving you wearing nothing but your briefs.
You shiver at the cold, and notice jealously Billy has pulled a blanket over his lap. Then you realize why he probably did it, and blush harder than ever.
Taking a deep breath, you pull off the last bit of clothing and stand before Billy completely naked.
"Damn!" Billy gets out, his eyes trailing all over your body. "Hey, fold up your clothes and put them in the trash."
You look at him with confusion. "Why should I?
"Hey, just do it, okay?" he tells you. "You are so hot. I want to see you move."
You're getting tired of this, and pretty cold. But then, is it really so much for him to ask? Surely no real girl short of a hooker would do this for him.